023: Everyone Learns Faster on Fire [Location: the Ninth Floor Kitchen]

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The city - so much smaller than it had been a few nights ago - was balanced on the edge of a knife. One mischievous breeze would be enough to push them off and send them tumbling into the fire. The humans were running in circles, unable to focus on what they really needed to be frightened of. The vampires were butting heads and burning bridges and losing themselves in the woods.

Drusilla could already feel the flames licking at the hem of her dress.

With her head in the storm clouds, she wound her way up to the kitchen on the ninth floor to find herself a mug of blood. It was a good job that the silly little man hadn't poured their supper away. The hamsters were wicked things, but at least they'd had the good sense to give the cats something else to eat when they locked them into the cage with the mice.

She climbed up on to the counter once her stomach was full and, when she tired of the heat that came from dangling over the edge and too close to the flames, stretched herself out like a cat in a patch of sunlight.

It had been so many years since she'd seen the sunlight.

The vampire gazed up at the ceiling, both seeing and unseeing. The stars were hidden from her here - there were too many barriers and bars between them - but she could still see things that other people missed. She could still see what mattered.

"We have all the pieces," she murmured, "But they're not ready to use them."

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[patternal.livejournal.com]

"Waiting is, perhaps, the best way to put it, Lady." It made it sound less like they weren't leaving, anyway, less like they were stuck here forever. They were just...waiting for the reight moment to spring the cage and fly away.

"Waiting, yes. But how many ever wait for the same thing?"

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

There was no such thing as forever. Even immortals - like her great grandfather, like Angelus, like Drusilla herself - faded away eventually. Only their legends were left. Taxon was large and loud, but it wasn't eternal.

"We're all waiting to soar away," she pointed out. "We want to be free again."

Whatever that meant.